Monthly Archives: December 2015

A week or so before Christmas, my local Opportunity Shop closed for the holidays. Not only were all clothes only $1 an item, but there were other magnificent bargains to be had as well. Magnificent? Bargains? I guess it depends … Continue reading →

As the old joke says, “Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.” My trip to Chelsea was a rather melancholy pilgrimage. My old house is gone, almost every house I knew in the street is gone, the playground and bluestone … Continue reading →

PLAINNESS The garden’s grillework gate opens with the ease of a page in a well-thumbed book, and, once inside, our eyes have no need to dwell on objects already fixed and exact in memory. Here habits and minds and the … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, I tried to go home again. To my childhood home, in the bayside suburb of Chelsea. I thought that I was prepared for the changes wrought in 35 years (it’s that long since I’ve been there) … Continue reading →